Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time f
And time future contained in time
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hum
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there t
Here the clam deep in the speckled

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.

Our earth in 1969
Is not the planet I call mine,
The world, I mean, that gives me
To hold off chaos at arm’s length.
My Eden landscapes and their clim

Beloveds, now we know that we know
Without notice, our dear love can
In the instant that Michael is go
Though we are many, each of us is
Only when we confess our confusion

I awakened to dryness and the fern
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled co
surrounded me with their uselessne

Let me tell you a little story
About Miss Edith Gee;
She lived in Clevedon Terrace
At number 83.
She’d a slight squint in her left

My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
he voice of wayside pansies,
that do not attract the careless g

We sit indoors and talk of the col
And every gust that gathers streng
Is a threat to the house. But the
We think of the tree. If it never
We’ll know, we say, that this was

Up, black, striped and demasked li
At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai
Paraded the skunk. Night after ni
I expected her like a visitor.
The refrigerator whinnied into sil

Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,

I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.
It blows her nipples